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Sifting through a random title you picked off of luuk’s shelves, the plush couch across from yours dipped under luuk’s weight as he sat across from you. You glanced up, briefly noting the clipboard and pencil he held before redirecting your gaze to your own pages, but you weren’t actually reading at all.
Whenever you were around dr.herssen, your thoughts drifted back to your past. A past that only one of you remembers. A past that you made the decision to forget once. Was it worth it? To become the ‘savior’? If only you could recall your memories, moments, the people you once bonded with, without needing it be told to your face. Does he feel the same too? Does it hurt to be the only one holding those memories-
“Something is plaguing your mind.” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your book has long slipped from your grasp, it lay half-opened on your thigh.
“..care to talk about it?” Luuk leans forward, resting his elbow on his knees. dropping his clipboard and pencil on the table.
“..Sure.” you redirect your gaze to his. “..it’s about my memory.”
He doesn’t speak. But the way his gaze dropped tells you everything.
“I always wonder if i’d made the right decision to..” you gulp. “Forget them.”
..
“I think you sacrificed your memories, in order to achieve what you had set your mind on.”
His tone was soft, and it carried a slight hint of..nostalgia. “And yet, you still haven't changed one bit. You’re as level-headed as you ever were, (------).”
“..you think so, huh?”
“I do.”
..
“How about I cook you dinner? I think the dish will do more than soothe your mind.” he stood up and headed to the kitchen.
Without a second thought, you moved to follow him, but you caught a glimpse of something on his clipboard. You leant over it, and he..
SKETCHED YOU?!
You barely clamped your hands over your mouth, before moving them to grab the paper. And under it was another, then another, and another until the end of his clipboard. They stretched from your first visit to the ReNu infirmary, when you were sitting on a bench at the academy, even one of you on your expedition motorbike. Each one detailed your expression the most. And he didn’t shy away from drawing your curves either. You feel like you’re going to explode.
“Curious as ever I see, golden girl.”
You whipped around so fast you almost fell over- and there he was. He had stripped his coat, now donning a pink apron instead. It had some cheesy writing on it in cursive.
“Come, watch me while i cook dinner, would you? I’ll count on you to bandage any burns.”
He walked back out. Your face was burning.
Alas, you now have to follow the luuk herssen into his kitchen and watch him cook for you.